Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Japan,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
JFA,
The Stooges,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.